This is a song about "Darkness of a houndered year old house"

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

You was to young a 18 year old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Track 3.) man of the year (man of the year)

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Of being pour with no ambitions, house the size of a kitchen.